Ketchum Bigfoot DNA war has begun!

Dr. Melba Ketchum, a veterinarian and geneticist from Texas, along with a team of scientists and forensics and pathology professionals from several universities and laboratories, announced and published the results of a five-year study of over 100 samples collected throughout North America, proving that the continent is home to a previously unknown hominid (proposed name: Homo sapiens cognatus) that has homo sapiens for his mother, while the father is - another unknown hominid.

Sounds amazing? It sure is...

If you believe a professional who makes a living by analyzing DNA, the thoroughness of this analysis is far beyond previous studies that have resulted in the recognition of new species: the complete sequencing of 20 and partial sequencing of 10 mitochondrial genomes ("maternal"), and complete sequencing of three nuclear genomes ("both parents"). Methodology and treatment of samples were in accordance with the highest standards of science and forensics. Some of the labs were kept "blind" to the nature of the study and confirmed the results. DNA samples taken from scientists, technicians and people who collected and sent the samples were used as controls.

Of course, you can always choose to simply not believe. To call her a plain liar, her and the coauthors, professionals and academics from: North Louisiana Criminalistics Laboratory, Integrated Forensic Laboratories, Euless, Texas; Southwestern Institute of Forensic Sciences; Microscopy & Imaging Center at Texas A & M University; Huguley Pathology Consultants, Fort Worth, TX; Wayne State University, Michigan; University of North Texas Health Science Center ...

The article was published in the first issue of a new magazine DeNovo - what Skeptics laugh at as the conclusive proof she's a fraud. Her claims that many respected magazines did not even want to read the paper, that some ridiculed it, while parts of her study leaked from one of them ... are, I suppose, accepted as „expected, since her paper MUST BE BULLSHIT, because it is about Bigfoot. They must have read it thoroughly, and found fatal flaws in its methodology, samples...well, science, and rejected it for scientific reasons”. Anyone believes THAT? And calls himself skeptic at the same time?

For me, the “„new magazine” and “self-published” thing is much less of a surprise than if it was published in, say, Science magazine.

These men would stop Darwin. Now it's a war, and not the first one of the kind.

Science IS censored. It IS. And the reasons are outrageous.

Ketchum claims it's not self-publishing. She admits she acquired and renamed an existing journal, while the peer review was done before that, in another journal where the editor was advised by the lawyers not to publish the paper because of the controversy, although it passed the review process.

About the paper being long overdue, numerous delays and large negative campaign against the publication, which lasted for two years – started at the very the moment she sent it to the first magazine – we will learn more in the future. She said she has all the documentation about everything, including e-mails from the labs that performed the blind tests („What is this you sent us!? You found the new species?!“).

She has not made the raw data and samples available yet, but before the Sasquatch gets his U.S. citizenship, voting rights and tax obligations, and before the gargantuan U.S. logging industry gets kicked out from the vast forests of the US northwest, it is necessary that other scientists gain insight into the raw data and samples, and come to the same conclusions. 

And even before that, more importantly, they will have to want to do it.

See also:

http://sasquatchgenomeproject.org/

“Matilda” sleeping:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khHSX3ZYaKI&feature=youtu.be

A Drawing

It’s summer, tormenting hot. My 4 year old son is playing – running back and forth under the waterfalls from a lawn sprinkler. Suddenly he stops. I see him thinking. It’s intense. Slowly, he approaches me.

What’s the matter, I ask.

He blinks.

What, I ask again.

Dad, he says, we don’t exist.

My brain gets cold. Here we go, I’m thinking, it’s one of those talks again, when dad doesn’t know what to say.

What do you mean, don’t exist?

We’re just a drawing made by some kind of electricity, he calmly says.

Ice climbs up my spine.  

Who told you that?

Nobody, dad. I know this myself.

And off he goes, back and forth under the drops.

Bleevers and Skeptards

A bleever is, just like it sounds, a human shaped manifestation of a vocalization of an ungulate, who naively bleeves and succumbs to those who domesticate it for fur, milk or meat. A believer has faith in his educated guesses or even trusts his homeopath because the guy studied proper medicine, while bleever says Bigfoot exists because somebody said so, and somebody wouldn't be lying.

A skeptard is, just like it sounds, a primitive pattern of mind-like properties that overwhelming parasitic fear develops by means of Peckhamian mimicry to replace the true intellectual functions without the host (normally a person, sometimes less than that) even noticing. When presented with the evidence, a skeptic is eager to examine it with utmost scrutiny, while skeptard plays dead during the encounter, claiming later that nothing happened.

When the two meet, such a love intrigue it is.

Being either believer or a skeptic has nothing to do with knowledge of scientific methodology. Believer is oriented towards the unknown. Skeptic trusts in the explanatory power of the known. Believers expand the knowledge. Skeptics make sure it’s knowledge.

A believer is often highly skeptical of the mainstream academia, which makes them skeptics, sometimes even “skeptards” when it comes to already established knowledge.

A skeptic is only skeptical of claims that are already highly speculative. In a way, that makes them usurpers of the term “skepticism”, because they exercise no skepticism on the established knowledge. In addition, they regularly dismiss the evidence presented by believers for reasons that, if equally applied to some of the “known facts”, would crash them. On those grounds, skeptics can sometimes be rightfully called “bleevers in the mainstream academia”.

A primal laugh for the aliens

We here on Earth are the laughing stock of the Milky Way.

Imagine an extraterrestrial craft coming from, say, Tau Ceti. A dozen light-years away. They bend the spacetime around the vessel, or something like that, and there they are.

What do they see?

We move across this rock by means of a decently controlled explosion of pressed leftovers of organisms dead for millions of years. And we direct the energy of that explosion into complicated steel, plastic and rubber patterns that is actually in contact with the surface at all times, which is another guarantee of peril. When we fly, we sit in neat rows of tight chairs installed in conveniently shaped cannonballs with perpetuating cannons roaring behind our backs. At the sea, we are actually in both worlds, a constant target of both raging elements from above and below. But the muscle that moves us on the waves does not feed from the raging elements, but from organisms dead for millions of years.

In our homes, the power comes from a cable that can be finger-tracked for thousands of miles, back to where it’s being produced (mainly from organisms dead for millions of years), or actually to any other appliance in the world.

And it’s all controlled by the few, who now, after decades of growth and development, personally have no alternative but to go on controlling it. It’s a tough world and a burden only they themselves understand.

The extraterrestrials must be killing themselves laughing. They come here for therapy. The laugh must be excruciating. Something of a primal laugh. It sets them free, because it’s not their advanced extraterrestrial personalities who are amused, but the leftovers of archetypes their species still carry deep in the pressed leftovers of their millions of years old dead subconscious. Definitely worth spacetime bending.

No wonder they crashed in Roswell. What they saw there was too ridiculously hilarious to remain conscious, as New Mexico is a major crude oil and natural gas producer, sucking on the Permian and San Juan basins like it’s our last. A glimpse at a nuclear fleet parked just out of town was the drop that spilled the cup for them.